In a fit of Monday Mania, I spent the evening with Messrs. Turbo and Tax. W-2s dropped today, and sometimes I play the performance art pantomime that administrative adulthood is not beyond me.
It is, apparently. Another year, still no solar panels installed nor foreign tax shelters created.
Instead, Uncle Sam says I can deduct .59 for bubble bath and draw my dividends reading in bed.
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